The year's at the spring, And day's at the morn; Morning's at seven; The hill-side's dew-pearl'd; The lark's on the wing; The snail's on the thorn; God's in His heaven, All's right with the world!
Robert Browning (1812 - 1889) was an English poet and playwright. Born to supportive, educated parents with a keen appreciation for the arts, he was a bright and eager student who loved and wrote poetry before ever reaching his teens. Recognition and publication were a long time in coming; though Robert's dramatic monologues are today considered brilliant and he is recognized as one of the 19th century's most prominent poets, he endured much criticism during his lifetime. He fell in love with fellow poet Elizabeth Barrett and, against her father's wishes, they eloped to Italy and remained there until Elizabeth's death. 【活动说明】 欣赏了诗歌之后，欢迎大家在跟帖里对诗歌进行点评，分享读后感。本活动主要是为大家提供一个阅读英文诗歌的窗口，以赏诗为主，不要求写诗。如果大家偶尔灵感闪现，有感而发地想要写写诗的话，大家可以尝试用相同的或者相关的诗歌标题，写出不一样的英文诗，在赏诗写诗的过程中自娱自乐。写出来的英文诗如果愿意分享的话，欢迎以主帖或者跟帖的方式分享。谢谢大家的关注和支持！
Let's get some learning from the fun and get some fun from the learning!
She is a young, blamess silk-winding girl. She wanders innoecently through the enviros of Asolo, attributig kindness and virtue to the people she passes. She sings as she goes, her song influencing others to act for the good-or, at least, reminding them of the existence of a moral order.
-- I have always love this poem. Every day we get another chance to make everything right. Each day is a fresh start and all the past is gone. All that matters is the beginning, the newness of each day to do with as we will. Jul 2014 -- Sixty-four years ago I was 615 miles from home in strange surroundings and on my first job. My landlady had a framed copy of this poem hanging on the wall in my bedroom. It helped me thru a lonely time! I had been trying to recall it for the past several days. Thank you for making it available.
The grass's green The stream's murmuring Trees're bud bursting Flowers're blooming Butterflies're on the wing Ladybugs're emerging Everything's awakening To a world flourishing
by Robert Browning
The year's at the spring,
And day's at the morn;
Morning's at seven;
The hill-side's dew-pearl'd;
The lark's on the wing;
The snail's on the thorn;
God's in His heaven,
All's right with the world!
This poem is in the public domain.
Robert Browning (1812 - 1889) was an English poet and playwright. Born to supportive, educated parents with a keen appreciation for the arts, he was a bright and eager student who loved and wrote poetry before ever reaching his teens. Recognition and publication were a long time in coming; though Robert's dramatic monologues are today considered brilliant and he is recognized as one of the 19th century's most prominent poets, he endured much criticism during his lifetime. He fell in love with fellow poet Elizabeth Barrett and, against her father's wishes, they eloped to Italy and remained there until Elizabeth's death.
欣赏了诗歌之后，欢迎大家在跟帖里对诗歌进行点评，分享读后感。本活动主要是为大家提供一个阅读英文诗歌的窗口，以赏诗为主，不要求写诗。如果大家偶尔灵感闪现，有感而发地想要写写诗的话，大家可以尝试用相同的或者相关的诗歌标题，写出不一样的英文诗，在赏诗写诗的过程中自娱自乐。写出来的英文诗如果愿意分享的话，欢迎以主帖或者跟帖的方式分享。谢谢大家的关注和支持！
Let's get some learning from the fun and get some fun from the learning!
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might give him/her a comforting feeling.
Everything is all right. No matter how messed up things are, we can start again. Anytime is a right time to restart. It's an uplifting song.
The year's at the spring,
And day's at the morn;
Morning's at seven;
The hill-side's dew-pearl'd;
The lark's on the wing;
The snail's on the thorn;
Pippa Passes.
She is a young, blamess silk-winding girl. She wanders innoecently through the enviros of Asolo, attributig kindness and virtue to the people she passes. She sings as she goes, her song influencing others to act for the good-or, at least, reminding them of the existence of a moral order.
-- I have always love this poem. Every day we get another chance to make everything right. Each day is a fresh start and all the past is gone. All that matters is the beginning, the newness of each day to do with as we will. Jul 2014
-- Sixty-four years ago I was 615 miles from home in strange surroundings and on my first job. My landlady had a framed copy of this poem hanging on the wall in my bedroom. It helped me thru a lonely time! I had been trying to recall it for the past several days. Thank you for making it available.
Spring's Awakening - A Bug's Song
by Sweetbug
The grass's green
The stream's murmuring
Trees're bud bursting
Flowers're blooming
Butterflies're on the wing
Ladybugs're emerging
Everything's awakening
To a world flourishing
It's so full life and hope. I'm loving it :)